Page 327 of Black Reign

“You haven't even seen the dress.”

She pulls back.

Her eyes narrow.

“You bought me a wedding dress?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“I had several brought.”

“Xavier.”

“You're difficult to size from encrypted photographs.”

She stares.

Then laughs.

And just like that, the fear in my chest loosens.

I take her hand.

“Come inside.”

She looks at the cottage.

Her childhood home.

Then at me.

“Ghost?”

“What?”

“If there is a cathedral veil in there, I'm leaving.”

“No veil.”

“Diamonds?”

“Optional.”

“No.”

“I assumed.”

“Big dress?”

“No.”

She watches me suspiciously.

“What did you choose?”

I look toward the house.